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February 9: I got this diary from my papa, in a failed attempt to make me like him. But I decided to write in it anyhow, because I figured that when I'm 50 years old, I'd like to look back at these times and see just how much I've changed. If you knew just how crazy my life is, you'd understand why I think it is so imperative that I write in this diary at LEAST once a day, maybe more often if I feel up to it. Things have been kind of crazy lately, what with Soul acting up. I don't know what's wrong with boys lately! I swear to God, it's the moon. Whenever it gets full like this, the boys start acting up again. But anyhow, I guess what you do in a diary is tell about your day. So here I go.

Today was a little off-track. We didn't get any homework in class, surprisingly. We usually get piles of homework from Stein every single day. Not so much from Sid, though. I wonder why people at this school don't call teachers Mrs. So-and-so, or Mr. Blah-de-blah. You'd think that'd be how it is, considering how crazy our teachers are! Soul was even weirder than my liking today, even weirder than yesterday. And that's a stretch, I'll let you know. When we sat down for lunch, he was really jittery. And he kept acting like there was something super imperative that he had to tell me. Like, he kept saying, "Maka…" over and over and OVER again! But that's not even close to being it. Ever since we got home, he's been watching all these real sappy lovey-dovey chick flicks. Soul hates chick-flicks. He's always saying, "No, Maka. Cool guys like me don't watch this shit." And that's usually the end of it, but, no. He was voluntarily watching chick-flicks. And it was weirding me out. So I just had to say something to him.

"Soul?" I asked, walking over to his seat on the couch, "Are you…are you feeling all right? You're watching chick-fli-"

"I'M FINE!" he interrupted me. And that was the end of that. Trust me; you do not want to be on the opposing side of a Soul fight. I could sense the angst in his soul wavelength. It was all out of whack. He was being unusually awkward and hostile, and I had no clue why. I didn't even have a way of finding out! But I'm going to figure this out, I swears it.

February 12: So I haven't written anything for two days. So what? There was really nothing to be said about yesterday and the day before that, anyways. Soul was being weird, my papa was being clingy, and we got extra homework: nothing quite out of the ordinary here. I haven't got much more clues about Soul yet. Since it'll be Valentine's Day in just two days, I figured I'd try and find someone to celebrate with. I mean what have I got to lose?! Kid belongs to Liz, Crona is destined to be with Patty someday, and Black*Star and Tsubaki are already together. That leaves Soul. With how weird he's been lately, I don't think that'll even work. So I have zero options. Hurray. Maybe I could ask Soul to be my Valentine? I don't know...I'm done talking about Valentines now.

Today Soul was holding flowers in his hands. But that was during last period. I'm writing this during Stein's class. I'll probably find out who they were for next period. I'll write then.

Still don't know about the flowers…maybe they were for that one pink-haired girl in our last hour…he does talk to her a lot. Wait a second, why do I even care?!

Alright, something fishy is going on and I MUST know what's up here. Soul is still carrying that flower around, and it's starting to wilt! It's last hour now. I'll write when I get home.

I'm home now. Soul just left that flower to sit on his dresser. Maybe someone gave it to him? Should I ask? I'm going to ask. Alright, I asked. Here's how it happened:

"Soul, what up with that flower you've been lugging around all day?"

"Maka, don't you have a book to read or something?"

"I asked you a question, Soul. I expect an answer."

"It's for someone."

"No dip, Sherlock. Who's it for?"

"Can't say…"

"Why not?"

"'Cause I can't, alright?"

"Please tell me!"

"Hmm…let's think here…NO."

"Grr!" Then I stormed off and I haven't spoken to him in a while…I know I'm acting like an ignorant little child, but I'm really curious to who it's for! This entry is really long…oh well. I WILL find out what that's for. And no one can stop me.

February 13: Tomorrow is the all-famous Valentine's Day. Whoop-de-doo. Soul still hasn't done anything with that flower. In fact, I haven't seen it all day! I'm only writing right now because there's a MASSIVE thunder storm, and I'm really scared. I just screamed. Soul's coming in my room now. I can't let him see this book!

So…yeah. What just happened was pret-ty weird, if I do say so myself. Soul came into my room, on account of my screaming, and just sat down on my bed. Maybe I'll write what happened as if it was a real novel. Here goes…

Soul sat down on my bed, and gazed down at me. I looked up at him from underneath my covers, and shivered at his albino stare. He smiled gently, which soothed me, no matter how afraid I had been. I have always been afraid of thunderstorms, but this one seemed much fiercer. It was as if the clouds were being attacked by angry mutant zombie unicorns, whose home was being destroyed. The lightning cracked through the sky, sending chills down my spine. Soul continued to look at me.

"Are you alright?" he asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"No…" I replied weakly. Soul scooted closer to me, sitting up at my side. He put an arm around me, and leaned my head on his shoulder. Scared at what was to become of this, uncomfortably switch positions. All to remain in the last position we were seated in. I sighed, and decided to ask him what he was doing here in his blue plaid boxers. Flushed, Soul tried to make words come out of his dry mouth.

"I just, I couldn't let you, you were," he stammered, then he sighed.

"I had to check up on you," he spoke quickly. I tilted my head towards him, and made a weird sighing-squeaking noise.

"But, why?" I asked.

"I don't know, you're my meister! Why wouldn't I?!" he snapped. I looked down, and jumped a little when the next crash of lightning came down. Soul held me, like, really held me, and I could feel his soul wavelength calming. It was MUCH calmer than it had been the last time I had felt it.

"Do you…do you like me?" I asked him. The words "like me" came out real slow and quiet. I wondered if he even heard them. Soul was silent for a long time, but I didn't make anything of it.

"I guess so," he replied vaguely, "do you?"

"Well, I dunno," I said, like an idiot. Baka, baka, BAKA! I thought.

"Maka Albarn," he said, a smirk crawling across his face, "will you be my Valentine?" I smiled. I've been waiting for this.

"Soul Eater, will you give me a hug?" So he did. That was all that happened, and then he went back to his room. I wasn't so afraid of the thunderstorm anymore (thank God) and now I'm just finishing up writing this. I can't WAIT for tomorrow. I wonder what'll happen…guess I'll find out!